John woke up just like he always did, with a jerk and covered in a cold sweat. He had been having the same dream for two years now. He looked around the room as the sun began to rise. He sighed and rolled onto his back looking around. He knew that his son would be kicking his down down any minute now. He had a few minutes to himself. 

In fact he only got two. His son came barreling into the room yelling like a maniac. The kid was a handful at four years old. "Dad! Dad! Get up! We have chores and are heading into town today!" The boy yelled jumping on his father. John let him jump around until he wrapped his son in a hug to stop him. "Alright. We will go in today. I was thinking right now. Well when we are ready. "He said getting up and carrying his son to his room. "Get dressed buddy. We need to hurry. " He told the boy as he went to change up.

He walked up to the front door in his usual white shirt and jeans. Once he and Owen were outside John got in his golf cart that was parked in front. He found that this was the easiest way to go around his property. He started the drive into town, kicking up dirt as he drove along. He went slowly into town looking around as he went. Owen was basically jumping in his seat.